Hit the ground running, weirding is our way Stabbing into the scales of the ancient Work two stakes in the back, for gaining control Black armoured, Lightning from the jaw we are reclaiming our home, a wake in the sand We rise from the dunes, armadas sinking in the storm seeking the tomb, Kill with our voices, Ready and waiting a ghost from the past we rise from the dunes Armadas sinking in the storm seeking The tomb stealthy we tread under the moon Armadas sinking in the storm seeking the tomb kill with our voices Ready and waiting to ride.